Born in a waterfront neighborhood,
He wet his feet there one morning,
And told himself: “The whole world is my home!”
Thousands of rocks at the windows,
Kisses under foreign stairways,
Maybe a little marijuana,
Some brass knuckles, and a pocket knife.

He went to look for an old man with whiskers,
With blue and white striped suit,
Who told him: "The army is calling you, Asia!"
He was sure that Superman and Batman
Would always save face for him,
And everything would be like a day at the beach!

The alien jungle is now his home,
And, feeling thirsty there one morning,
He was going toward a well full of water,
And fell into a pit full of bamboo picks.